11-21-2017, 02:04 AM
Razor was early to rise as usual. His personal work out regimen was complete, he'd showered, and now it was time for some breakfast. He set off to his destination at a brisk job, before skidding to an abrupt stop when he spotted the familiar white and black striped pelt of his superior.
Webbed hand flying to his forehead in a sharp salute, he grinned his normal toothy grin "Mornin' Commander, Sir! Fine day, yeah?"
Webbed hand flying to his forehead in a sharp salute, he grinned his normal toothy grin "Mornin' Commander, Sir! Fine day, yeah?"